Touched By A Demon

by Faithful Chickie

Copyright © 2003

Faithful_Chickie@yahoo.com

Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These characters are the property of Joss Whedon.
Distribution: The Mystic Muse: http://mysticmuse.net
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Spoilers: Season 7 through to Same Time, Same Place.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Pairing: Buffy/Anya
Summary: When Buffy is paralyzed by Gnarl, Anya gets an idea on how to pass the time.

Part 1 - Paralyzed and Pawed

Anya shot another anxious glance in Buffy's direction. The blonde was looking a bit frantic.

Awkwardly, the vengeance demon made her way over. She sat next to the rigid, little slayer and patted her leg. "There, there. Don't worry. Xander is on his way to get Spike. I'm sure that they'll be killing that awful Gnarl in no time."

Buffy said nothing, but only because she could no longer speak. Her lips twitched slightly as she attempted an appreciative smile.

"Good. Glad to see that you're feeling better. Now if you don't mind, I have a carpet to attend to."

The Slayer of course, remained silent while Anya knelt down and fussed with the burn mark.

"That Willow...ugh!" She mimicked the witch. "Nooo, it won't hurt the carpet at all, Anya. It's only a locating spell. Huh! Just look at this! It's ruined!"

Watching because she was facing that way, Buffy feigned interest. There was nothing novel about the former shopkeeper's materialistic bend. But as the slayer stared, she became increasingly uneasy. A strange vibe was coming from the other girl. In fact, if Buffy didn't know better, she'd think Anya was flirting with her.

"It's hopeless." The demon gazed back at Buffy, wearing a pout. "Oh well...nevermind." Sulkily, she poured herself some more wine while stealing peeks at the angelic looking blonde. A thought that had occurred to her earlier began to really take hold. Having sex with a slayer would probably be very satisfying!

"We should do something fun!" Smiling brightly, she took a seat next to the petite hero.

Buffy ached to move away, but the paralysis hindered any possible retreat.

"This is one of the few moments we've had alone together since I became single." Anya coyly noted, scooting closer. "Hardly surprising though. Both of us so busy. Me with the vengeance and you with the slaying."

She gestured to the cartons stacked around her apartment and remarked wistfully, "I haven't even been able to get settled. Just too much work...no time to attend to pressing needs." When Buffy looked at her blankly, she clarified. "I haven't had orgasms with anyone since Xander...You know how it is?...With all the travel and odd hours..."

For some reason the demon suddenly found herself embarrassed. As if being jilted wasn't bad enough, now she was admitting she had no boyfriend. Peering up, Anya quickly blurted. "But I'm not worried. No, not at all. Because once work slows down I'll find a suitable partner and we'll have lots of sex."

The blonde's brow wrinkled slightly distracting the other girl from her momentary melancholy.

"See, you moved a little." Anya touched Buffy's forehead. "That must be encouraging." Adjusting the Slayer, she pulled the blonde so that Buffy was facing her. "There. Not so bad, is it?"

The demon casually drained her glass and set it down. "You're lucky, Buffy. Poseable paralysis is the best of the variety. In case you're not cured, at least you can still feel things and be positioned so you can partially participate in life."

Buffy wanted to slug her. Easy for you to say! She stewed while Anya prattled on. The Slayer had successfully tuned her out until she felt a hand on her leg.

Anya smiled suggestively. Between the wine and the residual spell casting with Willow, the auburn haired beauty was feeling horny. She had reached out and now casually caressed the Slayer's leg.

"I like you this way. Like a little doll." The demon smirked, spreading Buffy's knees apart. "Kind of like the Buffybot...And I liked her...Always remembered to ask how my money was, she was very polite."

Pushing up the Slayer's skirt, Anya looked at Buffy's bare thighs. "Nice. You're quite toned. I imagine you have intense orgasms...probably multiple, right?"

The demon slowly ran her fingernails along the inside of each thigh, surmising. "And your partners were very happy with your lovemaking too."

Buffy's eyes went wide. What the heck is she talking about?!

"This is good. I've always wanted to do sex things with you." Anya announced, well pleased. "You can give me my much needed orgasm, and I'll give you one too."


Part 2 - Might As Well

Buffy watched in horror as Anya began to undress. Oh god! Has she lost her mind?! The Slayer's eyes darted about the room. Where's Xander?!...Spike!...Anyone! HELP!

Stripping down to her panties, the vengeance demon eyed Buffy eagerly. She could feel herself becoming highly aroused already. Not only was she going to have a lesbian experience, but it was going to be with a slayer as well.

Smiling pleasantly, she kneeled down in front the blonde and unfastened her skirt. "Buffy, you really look good in this outfit. It's very flattering to your figure."

The Slayer struggled to object, but the best she could do was mumble.

Unable to understand her, Anya simply replied. "Oh, you're welcome." She patted the little blonde's knee. "You can orgasm first."

No! No orgasms! Not with me! Frantic, Buffy blinked several times, but as usual the vengeance demon was oblivious.

"You know, I have never done this, but I am eager to try. Willow claims it's very enjoyable." Anya explained, reaching down to slide Buffy's panties off.

She guided the blonde into a reclining position and checked out the Slayer's goods.

"Hmm...very nice genitalia, Buffy." The demon girl complimented, lightly running her fingertips over the Slayer's hairless sex.

Buffy could do nothing other than observe. She lay there blushing while Xander's ex- fiancé examined her.

Very nice indeed! Anya decided that she wouldn't just use her fingers after all. This pussy was far too pretty and sweet smelling to pass up. She would go ahead and try cunnilingus. Willow always raved about it.

Giving the Slayer a decisive nod, she announced, "I will give you oral stimulation. I think we will both enjoy that."

Buffy's blush deepened as Anya situated herself. She couldn't believe this was happening. It almost felt like she had gotten trapped in an episode of the Twilight Zone. But then again, that described everyday in Sunnydale.

Seeing the demon crouch close, Buffy held her breath. Oh!...Oh my...uhhh...oh jeezzz...that...that's sooo...mmmnhh...wow! The Slayer gasped and glanced down. Anya's tongue felt amazing. At this rate she would cum in no time.

With several long slow licks, the demon got a good taste. Delicious...yum...much better than boy cum. Spreading Buffy's thighs further apart, Anya dipped lower and lapped at the entrance to the Slayer's vagina. Hot, sticky cream coated her tongue as the blonde arched up and into Anya's mouth.

Buffy's brain screamed that it was wrong, and she shouldn't be enjoying anything that Anya did. After all, she was being taken advantage of here. In fact this was virtually rape. But still it felt wonderful.

Ahhhhhh!...Oh oh ohhhh...my clit...yes, suck my clit!...Yesssssss! The blonde hissed her approval as Anya licked her way back up to the puffy little clit peeking out. Taking it gently between her lips, the ex-shopkeeper nibbled and nursed.

Mmhmmn...That's it...oh yes...Ah ah...oh god oh god...ohhhhhhhh! Buffy moaned loudly, her eyelashes fluttering. The first waves of a very intense orgasm were washing over her, and she was lost to it. Gasping for air, she lay back. The Slayer wasn't even aware that during her climax, she had moved.

With a small smile, Anya continued to suck gently. She was still intent on devouring as much of the Slayer's secretions as possible. In the demon world, the stuff was alleged to enhance your powers. And being a practical vengeance demon, Anya found no reason that she shouldn't make the most of it, just in case...plus Buffy's cum was so tasty.

The persistent licks and kisses sent delicious aftershocks twitching through the Slayer. She whimpered softly, closing her eyes and panting lightly. Feels sooo...unh...oh boy...nicccce...mmn...heehehe.

Slowly, Anya slid her tongue in Buffy one last time. Curling it slightly, she licked up the last remnants of the pearly juices. Breathlessly, the demon announced, "You really are extraordinarily delicious, Buffy. Anytime you would like, I will be happy to lick your pussy for you."

Sitting up, Anya added, "I am glad Willow is correct. It is exciting to perform sexual acts on another woman...tremendously arousing. Especially hearing you pant and moan."

Buffy could feel herself blushing again.

"Now it's my turn." Anya happily repositioned herself, touching between her legs. "Gratifying you has made me very wet. I am ready right now."

The Slayer stared in confusion. Ready for what?!...What the hell am I supposed to do?!...I can't move, Anya! Giving the vengeance demon an aggravated glare, Buffy muttered a curse before closing her eyes. She just wanted to relax.

"No. That's not fair. You can't just go to sleep!" The auburn haired beauty poked her and bitterly complained. "I really hated when Xander did that, and I'm not going to let you do it too."

Buffy lay watching while Anya adjusted her arm and fingers. Huh?! What...What's she do—Omigod!

The Slayer's mouth dropped open as Anya slid onto her fingers. The demon grinned and informed her. "See. You can help." She smirked as she rode the Slayer's fingers.

Tweaking her nipples with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other, Anya gazed down at Buffy. The blonde looked so pretty just fucked. She couldn't take her eyes of the Slayer's flushed cheeks or dazed expression. It was too adorable. Groaning, she quickened her pace.

"Ungghh! Ah! Oh Buffy...mmm...Fuck me!"

Buffy breathed heavily, staring in fascination as her fingers slid in and out of the vengeance demon's slick passage. Wow! It's so...so soft. She lifted her eyes to meet Anya's. Both of them were panting and sweating, soaked with each other's juices.

The Slayer couldn't account for it, but she suddenly had the desire to kiss Anya. To throw her on her back and really fuck her hard. But still unable to move, she would have to settle for this.


"Now!" Spike impatiently turned to Xander. "Come on, whelp! Slice its eyes! I can't hold it much longer!"

Lunging forward, Xander jabbed the Gnarl with his sword. Just then the vampire let go and plunged his thumbs into the creature's eyes.

"That should do it." Spike said with satisfied smile as the monster slipped to the ground dead.


Like a bolt the sensation passed through the Slayer. She could feel her limbs become useable once more. Growling, she pulled her fingers out of Anya's pussy and flipped the girl onto her back.

Every ounce of logic told her to beat Anya senseless. Buffy hovered. She hesitated as her eyes strayed over the sweaty body pinned beneath her.

Anya peered up, her bosom heaving and her pussy dripping. "Please! Please Buffy! Please, fuck me!"


"It wouldn't have taken so long if you'd listened to me, you dolt." Spike groused as they made their way up to Anya's apartment.

"Hey, I wasn't about to get clipped by that—" Xander halted and listened. "Do you hear something?...Is that—"

"Yeah, it is." The vampire replied. His cock twitched. It was the distinct and delightful sound of two women moaning. Spike cupped himself, licking his lips. "Hurry, get the door."

Xander fumbled with the key Anya had entrusted to him. Pushing the door open quickly, they were treated to the sight of the Slayer on top of the vengeance demon.

Buffy's hand was moving at a quick pace as she finger fucked Anya to an exploding orgasm. Neither even noticed their audience.

"OH SLAYER, AHHHH...YOU'RE AMAZING!" Anya screamed, falling back. Tears ran down her cheeks, and she laughed. "Mmmm...That was the best orgasm I've ever had."

Buffy breathlessly laid down, turning her head to the side sleepily. OH SHIT! She spied Spike and Xander staring. "I—Uh...um Xander...It's not how it looks. I mean...Oh god! It is, but...ugh!"

The pretty, little slayer covered her face and began to cry, managing the words between sobs. "I...I'm...I'm so sor-sorry."

Anya lay back blissful. She had no idea what Buffy was apologizing for. But she wasn't sorry, and she wouldn't pretend it either.

If Xander wasn't so dumbfounded, he would be telling Buffy it was okay. But the enormous erection in his pants had stolen all the blood from his brain.

"Kitten, it's alright. The whelp here doesn't mind. Just get yourself together." Spike slapped Xander on the back and led him into the kitchen.

"Quite a show. Wasn't it, mate?" He chuckled, stealing peaks while the girls got dressed. "Next time one of us should join them."

"Uhhh...huh?" Xander shook his head and wiped his mouth, surprised to find he wasn't drooling. Glancing at the Slayer and his ex, he nodded, "Definitely."

The End

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